Understand my leavingI'll leave you in another worldIt's a place that will suck you downand everyday through the nightResurrect you from dirtThe same that you kicked whenIt was lying down in disgust and disbeliefTribulations in a noose of chordDreams in hopes of a dying- wishOnly to faceThe Death and Ressurection Show

Its the oneYou had feared the most as a juvenileThat's why they were fetched and cavedTo make things so horrid thatThe pain of me seems nothing at allIt seems to me that wayI can only imagine your nights getting dimmerThe salt getting saltierAnd every articulate detail in uniquenessA manoeuvre you can't but feel at mostTil' the dayThe one day thatI'll realise how stifled you've been all the whileHow you effaced your charm that never wasThe touch you only read aboutAnd died yearning of, one you din't deserveThe one who wished you didAnd yet, died wishingThe moment you saw my two beautiful girlsCaper fantastically and dawnthe tears of youOf how they danced on your lipsWhen they finally reached thereIt's a shame it turned out to be a paradoxWhen I thought they were preciousAnd the moment was magnificentWell, it wasn'tBut we thought it wasThat's when you made me realiseThe perfection it could've beenIf we always thought alikeAnd differed alikeMy luck you had grown up by that timeTo say it didn't matter anymore'Cause we blew itTo make our lives a picturesque enigmaLike all the othersWith their restricted perspectiveI get you nowBut explain it to me for onceOr whisper if you willIsn't it so thatOur perspectives would've defined usIf that's what we choseBut we din't choose itToo bad we had to lose itDoes it hurt too muchDo you speak too,Or am I supposed to do the talkingOf all that was and never will beWhy did you had to change todayWhen I decided to be you and yoursIs it for spite or am I still too blunt for myselfI would've asked my husbandHadn't he been so predictable to say thatHe could've done a lot betterAnd I would've done a lot worseI bet he'd eat his wordsIf he ever saw us in philanderThat even the creator would realiseThat it was all a morbid pleasureOn his part and mineTo entwine and still never let contact be our destiny

But this is nobody's dayIts just an encore ofThe Death and Ressurection Show

If we met or if you saw that bird againIf there's unsettled dust in your mailConsider it's meWith your reminiscenceThe anecdote of two kidsWho never grew upAnd who kept writing like it was the last time